Pinks

        Tranquil is the evening right down to the
softest of pinks and reds. Soundless is the heart
even though it races.

       Ending the afternoon toward a joyful bounce.
Trying my best to stay, remain ever calm in the
craziness of the evening rush hour traffic. Hmm.

      Still always the caution sits here. I am thankful
to Jehovah for that. Thankful that he guards his
children with the best of protection.

      Hmm. Holding still a moment in the air. The
breeze pulling. Hopping through the raindrops.
Opening the eyes to the simplicity of life. Tiny
murmurs echo here. Soaring tightly throughout my
spirit.

     Shh says the mind. Holding onto the hot cup of
coffee. The night rolls over. Sending drops of rain
all around.

    Soft laughter echoes and pinks evaporate into
startling blues.

    Hmm now here it is midnight and I am still wide
awake. Such wonder holding me here. Tickling my
senses into laughter.

    Oh how gracious this simplicity is right now.
Decorated with pinks and whites. A typical scenerio
of delicate innocence. Hmm.

    A serious of thoughts cover my mind. Hoping that
the dimming lights will increase sleepiness. A hope,
perhaps yet no plan in going to bed.

   So dear one if you are awake say a word or two.
If not hold tight to your taunting dreams because
tomorrow brings on plenty of opportunities to laugh.